Steps

How many stones
A thought may pass
To clean the self

Whispers

Talking to the wind
On a long-forgotten bridge
A river's whispers

Pieces

Lit bit of hope
In chunks of drama
All one can eat

Beauty

Born in pain
Ending in pain
Beautiful

Light

Fireflies linger
Upon midnight thoughts
Entrapped lightness

Identity

Nothingness in me
As nothingness of your self
Equals something more

Blossoms

Nobody loughs
At the blooming spring
Day-crossing ghosts

Spring

Cherry trees
On roads to nowhere
Dust-burning ash